From the Keyboard


Almost lost amidst dead leaves,

and severed limbs,

a nest felled by the storm,

barely more than twigs.

On other walks, it would have been

a mass to be avoided,

side-stepped in the rain.

But reason,

shamed by tireless fluttering,

let sentiment compel

a search for life

within that sodden lump,

so plainly delicate and still.

How to quell despair,

when prodding leaves no doubt?

Spills a hash of shattered shells,

budding wings,

a mother’s beak still full?

I laid small stones by the debris,

a bed too frail for splitting skies,

crushing hail,

and, heeding wings,

gazed far aloft at hope.

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About Jane Wilson

Jane Wilson graduated from the University of Michigan Law School, was a trial attorney for 25 years and has served on the faculty of the National Institute for Trial Advocacy on numerous occasions. She was an Adjunct Professor of Law at Cleveland State University for several years and served as an Interim Associate Professor of Law in the clinical program at Case Law School. In 2009, she returned to the small southwestern Michigan community where she was raised, and wrote a novel.
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